Why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking? Do you only believe In what you can see? When you cry, it's the saddest thing Good thing I'm no desert flower I can take more than a little rain If the going's tough, I will not cower And all the passing years won't wash me away And all the passing years won't wash me away You said, "You wouldn't move, so I moved you" I'm not bruised, but I'm confused I mistook your fear for rage You couldn't wait to get away from me When you cry, it's the saddest thing Good thing I'm no desert flower I can take more than a little rain If the going's tough, I will not cower And all the passing years won't wash me away And all the passing years won't wash me away When the going's tough, I will not cower And all the passing years won't wash us away And darlin', all the passing years won't wash us away